feeling soooo uninspired to write can someone come and harass me into finishing a fic or send me prompts or amezona/addimelia headcanons or thoughts or song recs that remind u of them or. literally anything at this point lmao

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feeling soooo uninspired to write can someone come and harass me into finishing a fic or send me prompts or amezona/addimelia headcanons or thoughts or song recs that remind u of them or. literally anything at this point lmao
🎤 + Amelia's dreams and aspirations
Send a 🎤 + something to talk about and I’ll make voice recording of myself talking about it. @fadingnxte
I tried to talk properly without my accent shining through!!!
P for Daniel and I for Amelia! (Valentine's alphabet)
P : PARTNER. what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?
He tends to look more for personality. Of course, looks can garner his attention but a bad personality will get him to duck out quick. He’s a bit of an oddball as well so he more or less looks for someone who can put up with his awkward socializing and dorky space pick up lines.
I : I LOVE YOU. does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?
Yes and no. In a platonic sense she’s always telling her friends she loves them. As for any romantic relationship, she’s a lot more reserved in when she says it and it takes her longer to get to that point where she’s able to.
Amelia + Places: An Apartment in London
Of course she didn’t have to move to London. Plenty of wizards and witches live hundreds of miles from their workplaces and simply apparate or Floo. But the bustle of the big city called to her, Barely a week after landing a job at the Ministry, Amelia signed the lease for a small but airy forth floor apartment in the west of central Muggle London. It was at the very top end of her budget (but what did she expect for a place in the country’s capital?) and in a building completely filled with Muggles. That was deliberate. At the time she found it she was already an Order member. Now that she belongs to both the Order and Janus, she appreciates a place away from the magical world more than ever.
When you have secrets, you need somewhere which feels like hiding.
Some Amelia headcanons for post Trespasser, so below cut for people <3
Amelia teaching herself a new technique to tie the laces of her boots with her mouth and her hand.
Amelia purposely trying to grab something just out of reach with her left arm knowing that if Cullen is watching he’ll come over with a knowing smirk to get her said item.
Amelia at first not wanting to give up her life as a warrior. So she learns to wield her sword with her right hand and forgoing a shield. She learns to be faster on her feet, even if it’s hard to unlearn several years of charging in with a shield.
But it doesn’t last. With her head drooped down she finally gives up that life, putting her sword in a chest under the bed.
She’ll sometimes bring the sword out just to stare at it and remember simpler times.
Sometimes she will forget she no longer has a left arm, and when she goes to caress Cullen’s jaw during intimate moments she ends up missing by a long shot, the momentum of it throwing her off balance. At first she gets upset, but eventually she starts doing it on purpose so her face could land on his chest.
Amelia having to learn to write with her other hand. It takes several years before her hand writing is legible.
While Cullen is outside working, Amelia will sometimes run up to him and leap into his arms. She’ll then start going on about how a wild beast ate her arm and she’ll point at Pyre who is chewing on a Mabari crunch.
She’ll wake up from a nightmare feeling the tingle in her arm as if it was there, as if the mark was still killing her. But it’s all a dream.
Amelia afraid of telling her family about the events that happened on those days, so she’ll divert the conversation, rubbing the area of her elbow that’s still there.
Using her arm to hold the shopping basket when she goes to the markets for that week.
Cullen waking up in the middle of the night to find Amelia at her desk, slumped over a paper that has a picture of an arm with green colored in the hand.
Next to that same paper he’ll find a picture of a black wolf, a dagger stabbed through where the heart would be.
Send ♆ for something my muse hates. Send ϡ for a sleep headcanon.
♆ for something my muse hates
Feeling useless. Amelia hates when something happens in her country that goes against the things America was founded on. It pains her to know that her citizens go out every day and hurt innocent people and that there is nothing she can do about it.
ϡ for a sleep headcanon.
She's a very wild sleeper and tends to sometimes sleep walk or even eat in her sleep.